Ezra
If Ray could burn a hole through our intertwined hands by just staring, he would. Although, the stare isn’t angry, more like…resigned.
This past few weeks, he’s been acting like the Raymond I used to know and love. Always checking up on me, asking about Wren and I.
He even came to visit, stayed a couple hours—I thought it’d be awkward, but surprisingly, even with the elephant in the room, it wasn’t.
“EJ!” He shakes my hand and pulls me in for a bro hug. We do all that without me letting go of Wren’s hands.
Now that she’s letting me hold her, touch her, I’m not going to give her the chance to shrink away from me again. It was hell without her.
Ray smiles softly at Wren. “Chirp.” He hugs her tight. “I’m so glad to see you doing better. I’ve missed you.”
“Me too,” she replies.
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